just because

This is my personal little pocket filed away at the farther reaches of the information super megaroad… or highway… or somewhere near Darlington Services on the A1, or whatever fashionable folk call it these days. So what’s it all about then?

Well, nothing really.

Honestly. It’s about nothing. Rather, nothing in particular. I need a place to vent my spleen, talk about things nobody else is the slightest bit interested in. Eject the stools of various gripes that ail me from my bowels (long division, politics, numeracy in beagles, computing). That sort of thing.